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| 3 | 163 | I hoped he would let me have a scrap of the roast View more quotes about meat">meat. |
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| 3 | 160 | In the confines of the camp my captor had continued to restrict my feeding to his degrading handouts, which he would place in my mouth, or make me reach for, kneeling, not using my hands. |
| 3 | 161 | How I hated him! How he kept me on my knees to him. |
| 3 | 162 | How I hated him! And yet he was the most magnificently attractive man I had ever seen. |
| 3 | 163 | I hoped he would let me have a scrap of the roast meat. |
| 3 | 164 | How relieved I had been on the trek that he had not abused me, not used me for his pleasure, as would have been so easy, I, his helpless, naked captive. |
| 3 | 165 | And yet, too, how angry I had grown, so amorous, so weak, so frustrated. |
| 3 | 166 | Had I not been, in effect, "his"? Was I not physically attractive to him? I knew now I was no Eta, but surely I was better than nothing. |